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Push it away, the world looks red
People with fish eyes, the ground sucks
Walk on my fingertips displacing the fog
The weight of my body is too much to bear
The memory drained, the life from the dull
An ocean of insects worked like a sheet
The immovable fact buried my mind
In a horse-hair coat, in a pile on the floor
Push it away, the world looks red
People with fish eyes, the ground sucks
Walk on my fingertips displacing the fog
The weight of my body is too much to bear
The memory drained, the life from the dull
The ocean of insects moved like a sheet
The immovable fact buried my mind
In a horse-hair coat, in a pile on the floor
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